8.12.12 - 16.10.12

8.12.12 - a whole friday night and saturday morning spent scanning my diary and uploading them onto this blog ready to have annoying captions written underneath each page... looking forward to starting a weekly per page diary next year as this page a day idea has proven to be very exhausting.

7.11.12 - a stress letter sent to the big manager.  This isn't a stressed out letter sent by me but I have permission to use it. 

6.12.12 - this node monster is moving directly towards us - coming towards the camera or viewpoint of the viewer.  Right up your eye.  It has certain questions that need an answer except it doesn't have the words to ask.

5.12.12 - just about destroyed my school admissions booklet for the sake of art - I rarely need it though which proves I'm good at my job.

4.12.12 - a collection of seeing whilst all  I'm supposed to do is hear.  I love the reflectivity  of biro ink when it's scribbling onto glossy paper - the black circle on this image is pure biro and it looks great when it get's scanned.

3.12.12 - first day back off work - was suprisingly enjoyable - which means I must be getting sick.

2.12.12 - uneventful end to my week off work.

1.12.12 - static wavelengths fail to interrupt the hope of coming to some finality though the activity never ends.

30.11.12 - went to the opening evening at The Bowery - left a big pile of business cards and spoke to some rich looking people then decided to leave so I could get back home early and watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  It was nice to have a look though and took some cheeky photos of people looking at my work not realizing I'd actually made it.

29.11.12 - the ghost tower.

28.11.12 - the beacon signals for me in the distance but is obscured by broken machinery and various piles of junk.  A long time can be spent just trying to get through stuff to get somewhere only to forget your destination during they journey... this is why lists are important - paper can be more trustworthy than my mind... if i don't write lists then within a two weeks I'm living under rubbish.  Literally and metaphorically.

27.11.12 - then a close up of the beacon.... the sharp pain erupts in different parts of my legs - the price of standing up for a whole day yesterday.

26.11.12 - set up my exhibition at the Bowery in Leeds.  It took about between 10am and 5pm to set up - really hard work.

25.11.12 - a sky full of mysteries made of gas nebulas and having all kinds of colours and patterns and even lifeforms.  How to explain something with no relevance to real life and to make it gripping?

24.11.12 - first day of my week off and I accidently format my computer - which leads to all kinds of regrets - though after a few hours I suddenly feel free, like the shackles of ''important'' data had been broken... like getting rid of loads of baggage... and loads of writing and pictures too but I've run data recovery software since then so my data... and baggage are slightly restored.

23.11.12 - and finally I leave work for a week off so I can get some proper work done.

22.11.12 - and we're all in danger of growing up into blank and hopeless faces.

21.11.12 - children are born into the world and forced into schools by law - before this they are forced into life by nature. I'm hoping to be very careful if I ever decide to have children and hope that they live a life that people deserve but rarely get.  I doubt I'd be able to provide this kind of life at the moment.

20.11.12 - ideas and plans develop under the uneventful shadows of living slowly.  A house somewhere ready to be moved into and made perfect, a family yet to be created but thought of and creating fear in the stillness.  How does one cope with gradual changes and looking back on what happened before and realizing that it'll never happen again and how lucky they were to begin with.  Though it didn't feel that way at the time.

19.11.12 - then a scrap of self blossoms alters into something else - perhaps ideas and thoughts bubble off to somewhere else - they get lost from the normal world and disappear into some ethereal somewhere - still bits of skin and hair and face and soul but somehow drifting away so they become pure and alive in a way that isn't defined by evolution and biology.  

18.11.12 - unimaginative caption and drawing and sticking of bus ticket into diary equals not sticking bus tickets into my diary anymore.

17.11.12 - the flyer design for my exhibition at the Bowery at the end of the month which is ongoing until 15th February. 

16.11.12 - the system eats itself and somehow this gives it an inexhaustible supply of food - like imaginary money an absence can keep multiplying.

15.11.12 - it collects itself at the hour of the blood tide sit's banner of it's serial code held up so it can be taken away and serialised and syndicated with it's own theme song and end title music.

14.11.12 - lines connect down into the words and images below - one page of a school admissions brochure doodled on for days on end is sufficient covering for two pages of diary.  I really hated school and don't agree with the way the British education systems works but now I work for it. 

13.11.12 - some creature made from spare parts of a dead imagination - the limbs just drop off from a central core the same size as every other bit of it.  It's not really a creature just a collection of falling brokenings.

12.11.12 - the eye stares down at the compartments and makes notes.

11.11.12 - Collage material - photocopies of skin in black and white.  Colour photo copies of skin can look quite pornographic.

10.11.12 - Collaging tool - The Marker Pen.

9.11.12 - went to Doncaster to visit my remaining family.  Looking out of train windows does make me feel incredibly mortal - like the moment I step on I've already stepped off at some point in the future and that moment on the train become other moments on the train all blended together into one journey back and forth to Doncaster or Wherever.

8.11.12 - the angle angel setting out different parts of addresses and names into seperate containers (all packed together though, in one big cargo crate above it's head) once it reaches the top level of the world it will jumble them together into happier combinations and then discard them because happiness isn't allowed anymore.

7.11.12 - 2nd time my card has been lost in the past two months.  Unremarkable inconveniences repeat.

6.11.12 - on lazy days I catch the tram and the bus simply because it's hard to get out of bed before half 7am.  I hear that I should eat more salt.  Apparently salt is good in moderation and makes you happier to get out of bed.  Problem is I think salt is horrible.

5.11.12 - a collage tool.  The Glue Stick.

4.11.12 - hope is in self employment or at least part self employment - the key word is ''self' - hope is myself.  Everything could be made really good by me as long as I keep doing things.'

3.11.12 - and the artificial red is absent from the neutral colours of my office world - except here.

2.11.12 - the sharp shredding of senses constructs an in intense burning dwarf stars of non event which burns through space time and becomes everything everywhere.

1.11.12 - weekly travel shredded into segments of staring boredom into mobile phones - the best part of the working day.
Started writing a novel on Nanowrimo at the start of this month.  November is some kind of international Novel Writing Month - would rather write a novel than grow a moustache.  Anyway the notes on this page are scrawled ideas for what's going to happen in the 1600 words I have to write everyday. 

31.10.12 the blurriness on the edges of my diary - near the spine - are uncontrollable when scanning.  I weigh them down with as much as I can but I don't want to press too hard in case I damage things.  Anyone is welcome to have a leaf through the genuine article after new years eve.

30.10.12 - I once added a random sequence of numbers together into 26 and then thought that something terrible would happen to me at the age of 26.  Is 45 the new 26?
No.
Unless I want it to be.

29.10.12 - the stars gathered together close into simplified orbs of flatness.

28.10.12 - went to Spooky World and got chased by teenagers dressed up as clowns and other popular monsters.  It wasn't very scary this year - last year it was much more intense so not sure if the acting quality was worse or if I was just too familiar with the corridors from last time.... think it was a bit of both. 

27.10.12 - another to do list.  I like this one.

26.10.12 - they age they died perhaps.  I had a project on graves when I was at art college.  I wasn't a goth though I did have quite an emo haircut about 6 years before emo existed and wore a big baggy Robert Smith jumper.  I really did believe in a lot of things back then - I think as I get older I perform less and less pontifications - and draw less grave stones.

25.10.12 - a wheel in an iris.  A eye turning through it's old smudgy mark pennings.

24.10.12 - Animesh Garg sounds like a great name for a sci fi character.  Though it's just a combination of two children's names.  I've started cutting up my school admissions book and notes made at work.  Collaging at my desk is a very wonderful thing - great artwork can be produced in call centres because I think the creative ganglia is stimulated by hours of boredom and self hate.  Though I doubt my diary is actually ''great art.''

23.10.12 - The big eye watches whirlpools bore in the ground through it's gaze alone

22.10.12 - on a Monday morning we all need hope - or at least I do in my current horrible job.  This fortune card didn't give me any hope though as it seems completely at odd's with my life's trajectory and my situation.   IRRELEVANCE.

21.10.12 - BLACKPOOL.  Really good fun.  Love the annoying people trying to sell me joke books and read my fortune.  Hands were firmly in pockets in case they got picked.  Went to the Dungeons and was ''humiliated'' and also experienced a simulated hanging.  All that sounds sort of kinky - but it wasn't.  Also went up the Tower and visited the wax museum, slightly disappointed that there wasn't a waxwork of Matt Smith.  The highlight of the whole adventure was the Ripley's Believe it or Not Museum.

20.10.2012 - another amazing to do list.  I love getting stuff done on lists.  Saturday is the best day for writing long and difficult to accomplish lists - the listing itself is the best thing - just writing everything that I have to do down and thinking about how east it is to achieve it all.... and then it's all done and I'm really really happy and content and ready to sit down and watch tv.  Unless it doesn't get done in which case I move the task forward a few days into the future.

19.10.12 - I have a good story in my head - an alien post apocalypses on some other planet suspended in the middle of a nebula.  The story seems really good but it's a real effort to write anything because as soon as I do I realize how unworkable the idea is and then adjust everything so it makes more sense meaning the book never get's written... though a made up world's history, religions and cultures get sifted about over and over again.  I hope one day it'll all fall into something that isn't so hopelessly complicated.

18.10.12 - hopefuls build houses on stilts as tall as can be - taller and taller digging needles into the hard earth of stairs going up to nowhere.  A new up is attempting to be defined.

17.10.12 - the 1st time I get a new bank card during this segment of diary entries.

16.12.12 - anyone familiar with my blog will know how much I hate buses.  I have to buy one of these passes every week to get to work.  I do miss the tram but feel good that the slowness of the buses does allow me to get some reading done.